And from the first month of this great new year 2009, the delicious -scrumptous afternoon chat and tikki are gonna be missed. This was my midday meal.Sharp @ 1.30pm (all weekdays) a piping hot plate of chat/tikki and freshly chopped onions would patiently for me at the bus stop- till gluttony caught sight of them, quickened its pace, broke into a run , threw the school bag on a tree trunk and entered the pearly gates of heaven.Of course, growing up slowed this course of action a bit, but not much. This was repeated everyday for almost 4 years,till I greaduated from school.On birthdays, I could eat as much as I want for free-but I wouldnt.Bliss, it was.No Hyderabadi biriyani or pizza company could ever come close to creating such a masterpiece, that too with re-used vegetable cooking oil.Now he is gone.
“bade bhai (big brother in Hindi) you have made me rich enough, now I got my own shop.Do come over some time”(with a smile made grim under the light of the sodium vapour streetlight)”
I wanted to feel happy for him.But the thought (how ever irrational) that I made him enough money and that he would now be gone – blew hard on my memory of a-laid back-normal-life which was now trying to balance itself on a unicycle.I pat his back for a good bye.He calls out.I keep walking.Nothin man(Pearl Jam). Raise the volume and walked harder from corner .
That leaves one last person from the later part of my childhood.A friend.I wish I hadn’t wasted so many precious years in getting to know her.The reassurance in her voice and ring in the way she said “hello” could pull me outta the deepest pits of misery.All the anger, all my best accusations.. that had been accumulating with her lack of courtesy or call it unreturned calls would just disappear with a single word of her’s-a hello. Love? maybe. Better be weaned away than be torn from.
We all met at this corner.
Now all what’s left there is me,
Curled up in the corner,
I’m my own armadillo,
Scared in the corner,
stretching ..pulling myself to grow
in the corner,